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I made no excuses for him. I didn’t love him.
But I needed him.
I didn’t want to be raped by strange bikers, one after another. I didn’t want them to hold me down while they filled me with themselves. I wanted to be safe.
I wanted to be with Dornan.
He had saved me.
I wrapped my ankles around him and locked them behind his back.
‘No,’ I said finally. ‘Don’t stop.’
He grinned, started to move again, and the pleasure intensified. I gulped at the air, fisting my hands into the sheets beneath me, as a fire began in my womb.
Every stroke was excruciating. Excruciating because it was so fucking good. We fit together like we were the last two pieces of a forgotten puzzle.
Physically, we were made for each other.
But as my nerves began to sizzle and fray, the friction almost unbearable, Dornan reached between us and pressed his thumb to my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I flew over the side of that precipice I’d been coasting, into the dark night.
My orgasm ripped through me, and it was as painful as it was sweet. I felt myself squeeze around his cock as he continued to pound into me, almost hurting me, over and over, until I stopped shaking and let go of the sheets, panting to catch my breath.
I whimpered as he pulled out of me, the sudden emptiness more painful than the fullness of having him there. I throbbed and ached. It was the best kind of ache, an ache that said we were something other than strangers in the dark now.
Dornan stood beside the bed, still fully erect in front of me.
‘Get up,’ he said. I didn’t hesitate. I knew what he wanted, because I wanted it, too. I rolled over to my front and raised myself on hands and knees, crawling towards him.
He held the base of his cock in one hand, and fisted my hair roughly with the other.
My family might have been shocked by my behaviour, but in that moment, I was somebody else.
Somebody who did whatever it took to ensure she survived.
I like your blood.
I opened my mouth and darted my tongue out, licking the very tip of his cock. I tasted myself and his salty arousal as I swirled my tongue around and took the tip into my mouth.
I like it very much.
Blood and violence and fucking and pain. This was what my life was reduced to. This was the person I had to be if I had any chance at surviving this hell.
I clamped down my gag reflex as I took him deeper into my throat, as deep as I could. He sighed in appreciation, a deep rumble that seemed to come directly from his chest and wrap around me like vine tendrils. He’d already been close, I could tell when I put my lips on him and he pulsed between them.
A couple more strokes, and he went rock hard, pinching my shoulder as hard as he could. The universal sign for I’m about to blow my load in your mouth. Last chance to turn back.
I didn’t. I relaxed my tongue and waited to feel the first pulse jet against the back of my throat, and it didn’t take long. I waited until he was done, and swallowed it all down. I wasn’t about to spit and disappoint him. I was committed to the final, warm spurt as it slid down my throat.
He pulled himself from my mouth and I took the opportunity to massage my aching jaw. My small mouth and his impressive appendage didn’t really match, but, in a disturbing way, I was insanely proud of myself for what I’d just done.
Almost as if it had been a test, and I had passed.
‘Did it hurt?’ he asked me, in the stillness that came after.
‘No,’ I replied.
He paused for a beat.
